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THE SECOND PASTORAL.
TO DR. GARTH.
A Shepherd's Boy (he seeks no better name)
Led forth his focks along the silver Thame,
Accept, O GARTH! the Muse's early lays,
Ye shady beeches, and ye cooling streams,
To VER. 3.] The scene of this pastoral by the river side, suitable to the heat of the season; the time, noon.
VER. 9.] Dr. Samuel Garth, author of the Dispensary, was one of the first friends of our poet, whose acquaintance with him began at fourteen or fifteen. Their friendship continued from the year 1703 to 1718, which was that of his death
15 The woods shall answer, and their echo ring. The hills and rocks attend
Where stray ye, Muses, in what lawn or grove,
35 Feed fairer flocks, or richer fleeces sheer : But nigh yon' mountain let me tune my lays, Embrace my love, and bind my brows with bays. That Aute is mine which Colin's tuneful breath Inspir'd when living, and bequeath'd in death : 40
VER. 39. Colin) The name taken by Spenser in his Eclogues, where his mistress is celebrated under that of Rosalinda.
He said ; Alexis, take this pipe, the same
And yet my numbers please the rural throng,
See what delights in sylvan scenes appear ! Descending gods have found Elysium here. 60 In woods bright Venus with Adonis stray'd, And chaste Diana haunts the forest-shade. Come, lovely nymph, and bless the silent hours, When swains from sheering seek their nightly bow'rs; When weary reapers quit the sultry field, 65 And crown'd with corn their thanks to Ceres yield.
Ver 42. Rosalinda's] This is the lady with whom Spenser fell violently in love, as soon as he left Cambridge and went into the North; it is uncertain into what family, and in what capacity.
This harmless grove no lurking viper hides,
But see, the shepherds shun the 'noon-day heat, The lowing herds to murm’ring brooks retreat, 86 To closer shades the panting flocks remove; Ye Gods! and is there no relief for love ? But soon the sun with milder
descends To the cool ocean, where his journey ends. 90 On me Love's fiercer flames for ever prey, By night he scorches, as he burns by day.
THE THIRD PASTORAL. *
HYLAS and ÆGON.
TO MR. WYCHERLEY.
BENEATH the shade a spreading beech displays,
Hylas and Ægon sung their rural lays ; This mourn'd a faithless, that an absent love, And Delia's name and Doris’ fill’d the grove. Ye Mantuan nymphs, your sacred succour bring; 5 Hylas and Ægon's rural lays I sing.
Thou, whom the Nine, with Plautus' wit inspire, The art of Terence, and Menander's fire ; Whose sense instructs us, and whose humour charms, Whose judgment sways us, and whose spirit warms! Oh, skill'd in Nature! see the hearts of swains, Their artless passions, and their tender pains.
Now setting Phoebus shone serenely bright, And feecy clouds were streak'd with purple light ; When tuneful Hylas with melodious moan, 15 Taught rocks to weep, and made the mountains
2 This pastoral consists of two parts, like the viïith of Virgil : The scene, a hill; the time at sun-set.
VER. 7. Thou, whom the Nine,] Mr. Wycherley, author of some comedies; the most celebrated of which were the PlainD'aler and Country-Wife.